Quarter Mile Poem by Sarah K Graf
Quarter Mile
When i go
Would you take me to that place
And lay me in the shadows next to the wildflowers
A quater mile from home
When sunrise is all we know
And we went well with that
Kept us happy, kept us free
But now i must go
So just lay me in the shallows
I'll get tangled in the flowers that grow
And baby, one more favor
That you'll do for me so
Take my shoes off when I die
I'm not walking the quarter mile home
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